An Otherworldly Sacred Ancestor frowned at Meng Chuan. He did not know this man. None of them did.
Nor did this man bear the aura of any Emperor. To be precise, they sensed no Emperor's aura from him at all.
"Heaven and Earth have changed. It is impossible for a new Emperor to arise in a later age."
"He is merely someone fishing for fame."
"Waste no more time. Attack."
The Otherworldly Sacred Ancestors spoke one after another, again ordering the Otherworldly Powerhouses to attack.
With matters at this point, the kings of the Otherworld could hardly remain unmoved and defy their own Sacred Ancestors' orders.
"Prepare for battle," Meng Chuan told the powerhouses of the Nine Provinces.
Between the Nine Provinces and the Otherworld lay a blood feud that could never be erased.
Some of the Otherworldly Kings before them had the blood of their closest kin on their hands.
There were scores to settle for murdered fathers, mothers, and children; for destroyed sects, clans, and worlds.
Many powerhouses of the Nine Provinces wanted to avenge that blood feud with their own hands, to offer the lives of the Otherworldly Powerhouses to the forebears who had died at their hands.
Only vengeance taken with one's own hands would feel satisfying.
Meng Chuan was willing to grant them that wish. The kings belonged to the kings.
"Zixiao, you old dog! Your life is mine!"
An enraged shout rang out from the Nine Provinces' side. A peerless powerhouse shot into the sky and engaged the Stone Man King Zixiao.
"..." Meng Chuan had nothing to say.
A terrifying battle erupted once more between the kings of the Nine Provinces and the Otherworld, devastating heaven and earth.
Supreme Divine Abilities burst forth, shattering the firmament, crushing space, and obliterating the land.
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